Elva stepped into the classroom with her usual grace, the kind that seemed to quiet any room she entered. Several students straightened up in their seats, eyes automatically drawn to her.
But this time, she wasn't alone.
Trailing behind her was a girl Ash had never seen before. She looked around their age, maybe a little older, with soft black hair that framed her pale face, and striking blue eyes that—much to his surprise—matched his own.
There was a lightness to her steps, a subtle energy in the way she moved, like she was holding back a laugh or dancing to a rhythm only she could hear.
Her gaze flicked around the room, bright and curious, pausing here and there like she was scanning for something—or someone.
Who is she?
Ash narrowed his eyes slightly. He tried to dig through his memory, but nothing came up.
No... my thinking is flawed. There's no way the novel covered every single day in detail. I shouldn't rely too much on it.
